Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.